I Belong to the Grim Reaper

8

"Are you sure you don't want me to call Britt?" Nile asked again.
"I'll be fine." I stared at the totem in my hand. "See you two later." I waved bye and went inside my home.

I stumbled to the kitchen and found ingredients to make a homely meal. I whipped together chicken pasta and garlic bread. I received one new message on the answering machine from Jake.

I dialed him back immediately, and to my surprise, he answered. "Did you get your coat?" He asked.

"Yes I did. It's lovely.  Thank you."
"I knew you would love it."
"When will you be home?" I asked.
"Soon. I'm wrapping up things now. How are you?" He asked.

"I'm fine."
"I need more than that," he said.
"I am fine. I haven't had any nightmares lately."

"When we're you going to tell me you were in the hospital?"
"It was just a slip and fall in the shower," I lied.
"God. Be more careful," he said.
"I know, I know. Everyone has been swinging by while you're gone so I'm well taken care of," I reassured him.
"I hope so. I'll be there soon. Finishing paperwork now. Love you, bye," he hung up.

I was full from the meal and settled in my bed for once. I placed the totem on my nightstand. I stared at it for a long time before I dove under my covers.

..

Creak. Slam!

I jolted awake. I rushed downstairs. I stopped at the bottom stair, my eyes focused on the door knob, only to find the door locked. I must have been imagining things. I wiped a sweat from my forehead. I stumbled into the kitchen and shut the light off.

"Hey," I heard a voice. I jumped from the sudden warm contact at my shoulder.
"You're back!" I smiled instantly. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I called you. No answer. I left you a message saying I took the jet." He glided his hands through my hair. "I called out for you. Were you asleep?" He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Yes."
His hands traveled down my neck. "What's this?"
"Something to keep the nightmares away." I answered honestly.
"Is it working?" He asked seriously.
"I think so," I responded. "I didn't have one when I was napping just then."

"Hm. That's good," he kissed my forehead repeatedly. Then he kissed my cheeks. "I missed you." He said in between the assault of kisses. Then he moved to my lips.

"I missed you more," I breathed. He swirled his tongue around mine and they tangled fiercely, our moans swallowed out by each other's. He lifted me against the wall, his head against the crook of my neck. I could feel the cool wind against the trail of wet kisses on my neck. I couldn't help the moans escaping me when he began to suck on my neck, his tiny nibbles in the crest of my shoulder driving me insane.

"Tell me what you want," he licked his lips, his eyes dark and hungry.
"I want you."

"Show me," he dared. So I did. His eyes were glued to me as I discarded my clothes. And when I was bare, I stripped him of his. I was happily satisfied at our messy sprawl of clothes lain on the floor.

...

The next morning, Jake served me breakfast in bed. "My teacher told me April is better for weddings."

"We're set for June though," Jake said.
"Right."
"Are you that in a rush to marry me?" Jake jested.
"Maybe." I bit down on a strawberry.

Jake took the opportunity to kiss me, his lips covered in syrup. "Anything you want. April, June, August. Doesn't matter." He insisted.

"June is fine," I smiled. I kissed him again and again. "Thank you for the meal."

"Did you sleep fine?"
"Very."
"Maybe it is working," Jake said, taking our finished plates away.